Six.

I should have seen this coming. I guess I should know better by now to not get comfortable anywhere for too long—but it’s not like anyone would know it. Staff have been on my case lately—saying I’m being bad. Telling me I’m always angry. And always mean to everyone. And that I’m “constantly” disrespectful. Whatever though. It’s not like being good or nice ever got me anywhere. Bad things happen to bad people, and I can’t remember the last time something good happened to me.

So, how many is this? Six. Yep, this will be six. My sixth home in, like, two years. It’s all a blur now for me. The first one seems like forever ago.

I’m finishing up my Lucky Charms as my staff is telling me about this new place I’m going. I can’t remember the name, but it’s not really important. Just another temporary spot. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to find a family anytime soon. After all, I’m going to be 14 in a few months. I’m ready to be on my own now though. I don’t need anyone taking care of me because I’ve been doing it my whole life . These people took me from my mom and brother, and I hate every last one of them.

The car ride is short to this next place. My DHS worker is telling me that the place I’m moving to is in the same school district as before, so I won’t have to start over again. That’s about the only good thing that has happened today.

We’re here. It looks like a huge, old house. There’s a poster with a turkey on the front door. It’s says, “Happy Thanksgiving!” I literally have nothing to be thankful for. Well, here we go again. We will see how long this lasts.